Marathon man

When I got up, Mo told me Andy had been out for run, and had come back to house for a drink of water before carrying on.

So when he came home later in the morning, I asked how far he’d run. “42k,” he replied, matter-of-factly.

Showed me the route on his Strava. Must’ve made quite a scenic run.

Claimed to be utterly knackered, but looked pretty full of beans to me.

Helluva way to train for the half-marathon he’s doing soon.